Eating a ripe apple on a fall day: Good idea.
Buying a bushel of apples to make apple sauce, apple butter, apple juice: Ok idea.
Buying a second bushel of apples to make more apple sauce, apple butter, apple juice: Bad idea.
Buying some peaches to can: Good idea.
Buying a box of peaches to make peach jam: Ok idea.
Buying a second box of peaches to make more peach jam: Bad idea.
Canning tomatoes: Good idea.
Canning a bushel of tomatoes: Ok idea.
Canning a second bushel of tomatoes: Bad idea.
A pattern emerges.
I think I'm ready to hibernate.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
At the top of the world, roads look like toothpicks. Forests of trees become moss. Boulders are pebbles. People are insubstantial, insignificant.
At the top of the world, you can see where God took a scoop out of the hillside with a giant hand, and scattered pebbles along the way, sifting them through his fingers.
At the top of the world, you can dance with the clouds, breathe them in, breathe them out. Watch them swirl over a ridge.
At the top of the world, you can see the land, the sky, the curve of the earth cradled in the palm of the heavens.
I know. I was there.
Posted by Ginger Johnson at 4:44 PM